I spoke to him like a slave, called him useless, weak, pathetic... and then, to make him feel even more insignificant, I put a condom on him. Not to protect him... but to humiliate him, to make him feel used, like a disposable cock. But it wasn't enough. I wanted to see him inside me, dominated.
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I spoke to him like a slave, called him useless, weak, pathetic... and then, to make him feel even more insignificant, I put a condom on him. Not to protect him... but to humiliate him, to make him feel used, like a disposable cock. But it wasn't enough. I wanted to see him inside me, dominated.
I spoke to him like a slave, called him useless, weak, pathetic... and then, to make him feel even more insignificant, I put a condom on him. Not to protect him... but to humiliate him, to make him feel used, like a disposable cock. But it wasn't enough. I wanted to see him inside me, dominated.
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